Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.